I stomp hard as I walk to leave a beaten trail for those that follow.
Don’t make me bring into eye shot and into your close hearing the past that I dare not admit to some.
The real tragedy of spaghetti legs in a moment requiring fortitude, force, and fearlessness escapes me because I know not retreat.
Dare to walk in my footsteps?
Just another Johnnieism…
Hmmmm… What say you?
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“Sometimes I don’t want to make decisions. After making hundreds of important decisions during the day, I just want to be told what to do…
I think… 😎”
“It’s all about her eyes… I’ve gotta see her source of hunger in her eyes, the “why” behind her eyes. A hunger that’s gotta be to the point of restless starvation cooled by steel nerves and passion for fulfillment. It’s a minimum requirement…”
Just another Johnnieism…
